Forced to end his deceit, Li Beicheng looked up with a complex expression to regard the elder whose emotions were never displayed openly, "Uncle, how did you find out?"
Having not spoken for days, his voice was dry and hoarse, indeed showing signs of a recent recovery from a serious illness.
Li Yuntang directly ignored his question, looking down at him from a superior position, "What did Yan Xiaye do to offend you that you've changed your method of torturing her?"
"I haven't..." Li Beicheng weakly argued, "Uncle, I just don't want her to leave me. If it weren't for this accident happening, our relationship really might have been beyond repair."
"Pretending to be dead is your way of winning her back?" Li Yuntang furrowed his brows even tighter. "Can't you see what you've reduced her to? Or do you only care about yourself from start to finish, completely indifferent to whether she lives or dies?"
